I blow my nose loudly and curl up to a ball, hugging my blanket to me. The door to my room opens and I glare at the intruder, whom happens to be Aaron.
"I hate you," I mutter as I stuff my face back into my pillow. I hear the floor creak as he approaches the bed.
"Are you sick?" he asks.
"Thanks Captain Obvious," I respond sarcastically. It's hot now. I kick off the covers and sprawl across the bed on my stomach.
"I'm sorry, I got you your Oreos though, and a glass of milk," he apologizes.
"Liar, that milk was already there," I accused, sitting up and grabbing a tissue to blow my nose again. I throw the used tissue into the trash can and hold my hand out for the packet of Oreos. Instead of giving them to me and leaving or something, he makes me scoot over and sits next to me and opens the Oreos and places the packet between the two of us. After eating quite a few and taking occasional sips of my glass of milk, Aaron gets up and grabs my laptop, flipping it open.
"What's the password?" he asks as he positions his fingers over the keyboard.
"I'm not telling, why do you need my laptop anyways?" I question. Instead of responding, he heads over the large window that is adjacent to his room window and finds the hidden window that opens. He leans out of the window and does whatever he was planning on doing before disappearing from my room. Now's your chance! Lock the window! I try getting up and fail miserably. I can't feel my legs, or my arms. To any of you thinking 'Ebola', no, just no. Aaron tosses a pillow into my room, then something that's thinner and lands on the pillow, before coming in himself and closing the windows behind him. He picks up the second thing he threw in, his laptop, and comes over to me, laying back into the spot he was in before. He slips my laptop back into its place and flicks his open, typing the password and opening Firefox.
"Firefox!? I cannot date you, I'm a Chrome girl," I gasp in dramatic tone. He laughs and I sturt hitting his arm as I feel a sneeze coming on. The tissue box is on the other side of him. He looks at me in alarm before grabbing the tissue box and stuffing it in my face as I release an outragous amount of snot. I think the cardboard cut me. Up, that's blood coming from my cheek.
"You couldn't just give me a tissue?" I mutter as I hold the box and turn away from him to take the box off of my face and take out the tissue that I sneezed onto. I toss it into the trash and attentivly touch my cheek, looking for the cut. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow, it's right under my eye. Fudge.
"Did I cut you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, Do you want ice cream?" Aaron rambles. Ice cream? No one can say no to ice cream. I jump as I feel something. CHIZNIT! NOT NOW! WHY MOTHER NATURE!? WHAT HAVE I DONE!?
"I have to go the bathroom!" I declare as I throw the covers off of me and rushing to the bathroom. I swift pull out a pad from the deepest part of the cupboard under the sink. I'm a pad girl, don't judge me. I put the pad on and am happy to see that there isn't anything on my underwear. I pull my black sweats back on and awkwardly walk out of the bathroom, trying to make myself comfortable. One odd fact about me, I'm always nicer and happier when Aunt Flow is visiting. I don't know why, I just am, and no one can tell that Aunt Flow is visiting. I dive back into the bed, the cut on my cheek completely forgotten about untill the pillows noramlly soft cover scratches it.
"Ow," I mutter, prodding the cut. Cardboard is evil, very evil, and dangerous.
"Are you ok?" Aaron asks, giving me worried look.
"Yeah, I'm just sick and have a cut under my eye, and school starts back in a day," I respond. Why is he so worried?
"Shit, I'll get a bandage," he scowls to himself.
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The Boy/Guy Next Door
Humor*** NOT EDITED AT ALL, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK *** Cameron Reeds is a nerdy girl that likes staying in the shadows, unlike her twin, Ashley. They move, with their mum, to a small town in Northern California called Avondale. After a not-so-good encount...
